Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions
She really had no clue as to the depth of the incisions love can make
When preformed by a surgeon who knows how to cut
Or the drunkeness it can induce
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Packing a punch with a lot of truth mixed in as ever. You're the highlight of the day here as ever... t x
The void is always there Constantly demanding to be filled Like a pothole of the soul.... And no one has a shovel.... Having only ever experienced love in a room dark with suspicions She really had no clue.... you really have a way with words like apooter on a potters wheel, , you mould emotions into poetic thoughts..
This is such a sad tale, Ted. And one that has many parallels in our western world of instant gratification and me me me. Rich with irony, there is surely something personal in your tale, methinks. Excellent penning. love, Allie xxxx